While Virve charged the defenders on the wall, Ollie dashed for the manor, clutching his wounded side and gritting his teeth in pain as he ran. The wound might not be life threatening, but it was serious and left unattended, he was sure it would become much worse.
"By bark and leaf, and sap that flows,
Restore my flesh as sweet life grows."
The words that slipped from Ollie's lips as he ran were simple, and the healing they brought was rudimentary at best. The bleeding stopped as his skin and muscles knit back together, but the wound itself was still very tender, and if he pushed himself too hard, he could easily tear the flesh open again.
